The only morning I spent in Rome was rushed. Between trying to figure out how to buy the metro tickets and figuring out what we want to see within a two hour period, things were done in haste. The streets were nearly dead and the metro was half empty. Although this was good for us to move quickly, we didn’t get to experience the real Roman peoples.
Walking into the desolate square, Piazza di Spagna, where the Spanish Steps are located was surreal. There were horses with carriages setup and ready to take the next group of tourists out along the streets, a slew of restaurants that haven’t even opened yet and just a handful of people taking pictures of the Spanish Steps. It was the perfect time, around eight in the morning, to arrive.
